Prayer for Suffering

Baha'i Prayer - Be Thankful In Adversity

Be generous in prosperity,And be thankful in adversity.Be fair in judgment,And guarded in thy speech.Be a lamp unto those who walk in darkness,And a home to a stranger.Be eyes to the blind,And a guiding light unto the feet of the erring.Be a breath of light to the body of humankind,A dew to the soul of the human heart,And a fruit upon the tree of humility

Hear My Prayer - Saint Prisca

O Lord God, Eternal King! You who stretched out the heavens and built the earth.You who put limits on the ocean and trampled the Serpent's head.You, O Lord, do not abandon me now.Hear my prayer.

Saint Prisca

Prayer for those who suffer

For those who suffer and those who crythis day, give relief from their burdensdear Lord.Let them experience your true peace.Love them Lord, when others cannot.Hold them Lord, when human arms fail.Hear their prayers, O Lord,and let them hear Your Word of Peacein their lives

Amen

Prayer in time of suffering

Behold me, my beloved Jesus, weighted downunder the burden of my trials and sufferings,I cast myself at Your Feet,that You may renew my strength and courageWhile I rest here in Your presence,Permit me to lay down my cross in Your Sacred Heart,for only Your Infinite goodness can sustain me;only Your Love can help me bear my cross;only Your powerful hand can lighten its weight:O Divine King Jesus,whose heart is so compassionate to the afflicted,I wish to live in You, suffer and die in You.During my life be to me my model and my support,at the hour of my death, be my hope and my refuge.

Amen

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

I am much too alone in this world,yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.I am much too small in this world, yet not small enoughto be to you just object and thing, dark and smart.I want my free will and want it accompanyingthe path which leads to action;and want during times that beg questions,where something is up,to be among those in the know,or else be alone.I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,never be blind or too oldto uphold your weighty wavering reflection.I want to unfold.Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;for there I would be dishonest, untrue.I want my conscience to be true before you;want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time,like a new word I learned and embraced,like the everday jug, like my mother's face,like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.